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A Cloud of Dusk i can’t see anymorei missed every Memphis angel because of the because clauses— one night sleeping with two cats Big and Little and i am serious about these names i had a vision reading a John Irving book i did not want to read never presumed i would read more than a few pages there were hallway lights and people’s voices shivering through a downstairs window i could not put the book down either even though i literally wanted to put it down sometimes—i hate that word—i went to a meeting nearby and i was accidentally or coincidentally on this street so much i began to think maybe i belong here i kissed the back of someone’s hand i kissed the hand when it turned back to me i made sure no page was facing me when i read and that no one would see what i saw or feel what i felt i am on a drive where a mirror has collapsed i want to ask someone else without sight |